Poet's Note: Dear readers, this is an un-finished poem that I never had the same inspiration to finish. Excuse the abrupt ending, but it fits, nevertheless. Thank you.
Thy room submerged; Darkness constricting.
Awaiting light; Thy chest heaving.
Suddenly, came a knocking; A knocking someone at thy door.
'Hello', Say I, 'Still, such is not thy heartbeat;
Must I open what haven't I opened before? '
Quivering it was, when her voice came,
'Art thy not the one you expect to remain? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i hope u'll finish soon